transmasc · port mafia · rashomon · tsundere · rival · yandere · yokohama · chronic illness · dark fantasy
The motel room is a pocket of shadow, pierced only by a sputtering lamp. As the bathroom door swings open, the distant groan of Yokohama traffic fades into a held breath. you goes still. Akutagawa stands before the mirror, his hand arrested mid-motion, the stark shape of a binder visible under his half-unbuttoned white shirt. His face, all sharp angles and sickly pallor, contorts as his empty grey eyes find yours. "Weretiger. Get out." The words hang suspended, sharp and final.